Chapter 4288: Heroes Assemble! (End)

Next, three people successfully entered the finals, namely Batman and two Schillers. This meant that someone must have a bye for one round. The three still drew lots in the same way.

As expected, Pride had a bye. It seems that among the three losers, Pride is considered the lucky one, while the other two are pure unlucky bears, not relying on a bit of luck to reach the final stage.

Although he had expected it, Greed was still a bit angry. How could he be so unlucky?

Thinking of having to fight Arkham Batman controlled by the real Batman, he had a big head.

Little did he know that Batman's side was also having a headache. They even estimated the outcome. Arkham Batman said: "It seems our final journey ends here."

"That's right. If we drew Pride with unknown skills, we might have a battle, but Gray Mist restrains us too much, and the chance of winning is not high. If it weren't to experience the mental pollution brought by the Outer God again to find a way to deal with it, we could have withdrawn directly."

The two came to the duel arena, Gray Mist was scared to death, and kept muttering there: "What to do, what to do, what to do..."

"It's come to this, let's play some music." Greed said.

Although Gray Mist was very panicked, he still picked a lively tune. In fact, Gray Mist would always play music in Greed's mind, especially when performing psychological treatment, which could quickly help Greed enter a focused state. Occasionally it was to make trouble, but generally it didn't work.

However, playing music this time was more like cheering himself up. Gray Mist couldn't help but sigh: "I've also made it, able to fight Batman."

And Batman's side was also sighing: "If it weren't for this duel, I wouldn't have thought that one day I could fight an Outer God."

Indeed, in most cases, Outer Gods are synonymous with mystery and being out of reach, and most Outer Gods are indeed like this. However, Gray Mist and Nyarlathotep are indeed two weirdos, which gave everyone a chance to come into close contact.

And when the competition officially started, what was beyond everyone's expectation, including Gray Mist, was that Batman completely fell into a disadvantage.

Because first of all, the grappling hook cannot be used. Gray Mist is a cloud of mist, and the grappling hook can't grab anything. It's useless to smash him with props, even if it's super spicy corn on the cob. Gray Mist had already eaten several just now off the field, and you threw them over and he took them all.

Secondly, the leaping counterattack skill cannot be used. Arkham Batman has a very famous counterattack skill, which is jumping over people's heads, and this action is a necessary judgment for hitting subsequent combos. If you can't jump over, the subsequent string of combos can't be connected.

Then the question comes, where is Gray Mist's head?

You have no way to jump over the head of a cloud of mist, even if you forcibly give a head judgment, there is no fulcrum to flip over. Before he flipped over Superman's head, he used Superman's arm. Gray Mist has no arms, he has nowhere to borrow force, so there is no way to use defense to stun the other side.

Finally, the Batmobile is useless. He has no way to use the car to hit a cloud of mist, it just passes through, and because the Batmobile is not an official prop, there is no forced attack judgment, and it can't hit at all.

Although Gray Mist's volume judgment is large, so the combo won't be interrupted, but he has the "factor infiltration" skill. After locking your normal attack, you will lose health every time you hit. And Arkham Batman also belongs to a high-frequency attack character, and his health is not as thick as Gray Mist's, so he lost more health than the other side after fighting for a long time.

Thus, Gray Mist did the same, starting to hold back the big move. You fight as you fight, anyway, at most three big moves can take people away, and if it really doesn't work, you can add some small skills.

So, this battle almost had no suspense. After three big moves, Arkham Batman turned into a white light and left the arena directly.

Gray Mist was a bit unbelievable. He said: "I did this? I beat two Batmen??!"

"Yes, congratulations." Greed said, "Fortunately, they focused on strengthening Arkham Batman's skills. If it were Main Universe Batman, it wouldn't have been so easy to win."

"Also, forced judgment looks very strong, but if there is no trigger condition, it can't be used at all. I can be considered to have taken a shortcut."

"Alright, next is the key point." Greed rolled up his sleeves and said, "I have to see what skill Pride has come up with."

"Next, it's the most exciting final—final—final—final!!! The Beyonder shouted with the microphone, "The contestants who can persist until now must be very powerful! The audience who can watch until now is also one in ten thousand! Next, let us enter the final battle and see who is the final champion of this 'Heroes Assemble' duel competition!!!"

At this time, Bruce helped Selina back. Selina was the kind who vomited more severely. Before, she had super spicy corn on the cob and ice cream, and nothing happened, but after being hit by Gray Mist's skill, she almost vomited her stomach out.

Bruce was also cursing the organizer, but there was no way. He hugged Selina, patted her back one by one, and had completely ignored the competition.

He originally wanted to leave, but Selina insisted on not leaving; she just had to see the end. Bruce could only soothe her while coaxing her.

When Greed and Pride met in the duel arena, they both felt a bit speechless. Mainly because neither of them expected to persist until now. Those monsters who were strong not like humans were really unlucky; how could they not eliminate the other side?

To say that they were fighting for the first time wasn't true, but in such a solemn occasion, conducting a self-fight was indeed a novel experience.

And the Beyonder also re-edited the director system. So, when Pride threw the umbrella into the sky again, although the audience still saw a piece of darkness spreading, it was like wearing night vision goggles, able to see the situation inside that darkness clearly.

Before seeing it, everyone had many speculations about it, all feeling that it must be a mountain of knives and a sea of fire inside, otherwise it would be various terrifying hallucinations created by Nyarlathotep, otherwise how could Magneto's combination lose without a sound, and lead to two administrators arguing?

However, the scene presented to everyone was exceptionally calm. This was an empty open space, with a table and a chair in the middle, and nothing around. Pride stood not far away, a certain distance from the table.

Greed was also confused when he appeared in this space. He also made battle preparations, feeling that it should be Nyarlathotep who created some hallucinations, created those terrifying monsters with Cthulhu elements, and then conducted a lot of mental strikes on the opponent, only then defeating Magneto. As a result, just this?

He just thought of this, and a piece of paper appeared on the table. He looked down and saw it written: "Please briefly describe Jung's contribution to the development of classical psychoanalysis and its principles."

A question mark appeared on top of Greed's head.

Wait, they are dueling, right? How come they are taking an exam???

Then he looked up and found that there was a countdown on it, the time was about 10 minutes. And beside the time were two health bars, one was his, and one was Pride's. That is to say, if he could answer, Pride would lose health; if he couldn't answer, he would lose health himself.

It is very obvious that this should be percentage health deduction, that is to say, no matter how thick the health bar is, it is useless; both sides deduct the same.

And at this time, the director's perspective was also given to the paper on Greed's table. Bruce was startled on the spot. Selina, who had recovered a bit of spirit, also laughed loudly.

"I told you we have to persist until the end! By the way, how is this question? Is it hard? Can you answer it?"

"This question is not hard." Bruce pursed his lips and said, "But there must be hard ones later, my God, fortunately I didn't win, otherwise I would be finished!"

"I actually really want to see you go up and answer the questions." Selina was afraid the world wouldn't be chaotic, she said, "The questions that are relatively hard later will definitely give a lot of time, so I can watch you scratch your ears and cheeks for an hour and then hand in a blank paper."

"Stop joking, I can't hand in a blank paper. Even if I write behavioral analysis, I have to fill it up, otherwise Professor Schiller won't let me go. Deducting health is fine, but I will definitely be scolded."

Natasha frowned and said: "Does this really make sense? The two of them are one person, sharing the same memory, so what Pride knows, Greed must also know."

Sure enough, Greed at the table started writing furiously. It didn't even take ten minutes, he finished writing in two or three minutes. Although the handwriting wasn't particularly neat, the content was completely fine, and even a layman could see that it was substantial.

But immediately after, the next question became difficult, involving theoretical knowledge of child psychology and educational psychology. Greed actually didn't know much about this, because he neither was a teacher nor came into contact with children much. However, because it was pure theory, he could answer some, barely passing.

However, by this time, Greed started to be a bit curious. Magneto might not understand these, but Charles definitely understood, even if it was the younger Charles, he had properly understood psychological knowledge, so how could he lose?

Pride just smiled slightly, and then changed another question. This question was difficult. Steve in the audience counted carefully, and he recognized two words in the question stem, one was "of", and one was "in". And Stark, this high-educated great scientist, was a bit better than him, judging from the affixes that one word was similar to "comprehensive", and the other word was similar to "syndrome".

This was a comprehensive question combining pathology and psychoanalysis. However, the time given for this question was also relatively long, giving half an hour.

Greed really thought for a long time before starting to write, the time it took to write wasn't long, but half an hour was barely enough to finish answering. Pride took a look and counted him as passing.

Greed breathed a sigh of relief. Although both of them were very good at psychoanalysis, Greed mainly focused on application, while Pride focused more on theory. This kind of pure theory question is really hard to answer, just that big pile of professional vocabulary makes people have a headache.

The questions behind were even worse, already starting to turn toward the comprehensive subjects of metaphysics and philosophy. Each question gave 40 minutes, Greed wrote furiously, almost not finishing.

This process was actually very boring, because to this extent, most people couldn't even understand the question stem. Not only were the words not recognized, but even the grammar couldn't be understood. A big pile of "in", "of", "from", "at" nested with each other, you from me I from you, the subject-verb-object basically couldn't be seen, all were attributive-adverbial-complement-complement-complement, sometimes even couldn't distinguish which was a noun and which was an adjective, and sometimes mixed with a big pile of Latin, making people dizzy.

"I told you this isn't my fault," the Beyonder picked up the microphone and said, "I said the meaning of that Latin vocabulary was 'stagnation', but Lucifer insisted that the original intention of the Romans who invented this vocabulary was to express 'babbling water'. Although it was finally judged according to the standard of modern Latin vocabulary, he was very unconvinced, what can I do?"

People in the audience suddenly realized, it turned out that there was an ambiguity when judging the questions, both sides held their own opinions, and finally Lucifer was dissatisfied with the judgment result, and as a result, the two of them argued.

This process of answering questions was indeed very boring, and quite a few people in the audience fell asleep. Greed was also drowsy, his head full of various academic vocabulary, and his hands were numb from writing.

If it were this kind of exam question, then Charles would really be quite difficult to deal with. Don't look at him as a psychic, but psychoanalysis is not something that is easy to use just because you have mind reading. It is normal not to be able to answer.

Greed looked at the health bar, Pride's health bar had bottomed out. As long as he answered one more question correctly, he would win the finals. Greed stretched, already starting to think about how to speak after receiving the award.

And just at this time, the last question appeared on the paper. The question stem was very short, only one sentence:

"What exactly did you delete?"

Greed narrowed his eyes and gave a light snort; it turned out he was waiting for him here. If it were the previous self, for the sake of final victory, he would definitely rack his brains, no matter what, he would reveal something. Unfortunately, the brake was not completely out of control.

He showed a triumphant smile to Pride:

"I admit defeat."

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